The following photo was found on the front page of the current issue of
Local Talk,
"New Jersey's Weekly Newspaper Covering Oranges, Irvington, Maplewood, Bloomfield, Montclair, Newark & More:"
Here now is that imagined conversation, already in progress:
Carol: Hey Sally.
Sally: Hi Carol. Sorry I'm late.
Carol: No, you're just in time. Now you can hold up the other end of the sign. I was propping your side up against the newspaper machine there.
Sally: Okay. Do you want coffee? I need a coffee.
Carol: Sally, you just got here.
Sally: I know, but I need my coffee to get the ol' juices flowing. I was in a rush, and I didn't have time to get my hair done, and I had to let the dog out, and...
Carol: "Get the juices flowing?" Sally,
really.
Sally: It's not dirty. It's an expression I heard from Cyrus. And you know he doesn't swear.
Carol: Hold the sign straight, Sally. We're protesting here.
Sally: Yes, you're right. SAVE THE DEER!
Carol: SAVE THE DEER!
Sally: SAVE THE DEER!
Carol: SAVE THE... you're shaking the sign, Sally.
Sally: Sorry. This bag of copies is throwing me off.
Carol: Copies?
Sally: Yes, I made copies of my resumé to hand out! You wanna see?
Carol: I don't feel like you're taking this protest seriously, Sally. South Mountain's deer depend on us. And Shirley if she ever gets here.
Sally: Shirley is a whore and a slut.
Carol: SALLY!
Sally: I'm sorry. But the way she stole my sister's husband, I will never forgive her for. She's a homewrecker and a tramp.
Carol: Leave it out of the protest. Keep your mind
here to protect the deer. SAVE THE DEER!
Sally: You're going to hate me, Carol, but I'm just not prepared to do this today. You've got your gloves and your Ugg boots, and I don't even have my hair in a bun, and I'm distracted from Shirley stealing Gerald from Anne. And the dog has diarrhea...Wait. Did that man just take a photo of us?
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